When the time is ripe 
drop from the branch of life 
allowing 
the journey of your death 
to begin -  
praying all along 
that the river 
into which you fall 
may be free of 
jagged rocks 
and 
manmade blocks 
so that your way is smooth - 
and even if it’s not 
and 
there are slaps among boulders 
and
disorienting curves 
that stall your flow 
know this: 
this river of death 
in which you tumble 
leads to 
an ocean of Spirit* 
waiting to hold you 
in Love eternal.

*With thanks to Paramahansa Yogananda